To A Gull

Cupular wings which hold the wind,
to rise above the watery plane.
Racked limbs across expanse of sky,
gliding between the slalom rain.

The sea, the sand, the sun you soar,
your effortless flight I covet.
You live the life of musing men,
the world below and you above it.

Yet do I sense that you dream yourself,
I can not perceive quite the essence.
Only to know that you've long yet to go,
and learn that you live in His presence.

I've watched you bask on bountiful beaches,
poking and pecking at crab or clam.
You eat all that you find whether dead or alive,
even the swill of man.

Sail into spiraling space my love,
my thoughts and dreams do follow.
Sing the song of the graceful gull,
as the whimsical wind you swallow.
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